The Giraffe

The Giraffe
Upon a dry and distant plain
I see a gentle, giant giraffe
with soulful, understanding eyes
and lengthy, patterned form.
She’s stretching, ever stretching
higher to the leaves of heavenly mysteries
and lower to the salted ground of sacred knowledge.
She’s reaching, ever reaching
for higher, deeper truths
of the ground of her being—
ever attainable, though hard to attain
through indifference or disdain.
March, 1992 revised May, 2004
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